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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Guest Blogger: Booth Tarkington
Offered in anticipation of the weekend's excitement, this excerpt from The Magnificent Ambersons.
. . . these people were gayest on New Year's Day; they made it a true
festival — something no longer known. The women gathered to "assist" the
hostesses who kept "Open House"; and the carefree men, dandified and
perfumed, went about in sleighs, or in carriages and ponderous "hacks,"
going from Open House to Open House, leaving fantastic cards in fancy
baskets as they entered each doorway, and emerging a little later, more
carefree than ever, if the punch had been to their liking. It always
was, and, as the afternoon wore on, pedestrians saw great gesturing and
waving of skin-tight lemon gloves, while ruinous fragments of song were
dropped behind as the carriages rolled up and down the streets. (1918)